ACAB by QELD Lyrics
[Sample]
When a person becomes a policeman, he has sold his class interests, he has crossed a class line, he is in the paid employment of the ruling class, he is a part of the private army of the ruling class which exists for the sole purpose of defending private property and profits
[Verse 1: Jenre]
Every day man they're looking for a hoodie to pull
It must be that the fuckry were bullied in school
And as you live you get colder
So they put the police number next to the chip on their shoulder
No Scully or Mulder they're cold and they're corrupt
They hide behind their badge when they roll like little thugs
So it's bound to erupt
And when the pigs just flip
Then 999 turns 666
It reminds me of the world that we live in again
Police get holidays for killing innocent men
It's just age old power, blood, greed and lust
MP's they protect these thieving fucks
While they demonise "benefit cheats" and such
Preaching guff - like how the filth are gonna clean us up?
Acting mean and tough, it's so feeble
They even turned man's best friend on the people
[Hook: Bob Savage & Jenre]
ACAB
ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS
ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS
[Verse 2: Bob Savage]
...Yo, bored to a standstill
Wile E Coyote rap, ordering anvils
Your evidence mountin' is more of an anthill
I'll torture the kop like four-nil at Anfield
Leave police forces' corpses on landfills
French Revolutionaries, Storming La Bastille
Yo... it's unpleasantly surprising
The 21st Century peasantry uprising
Farm hands go in mad heavy
Nestor Makhno with plans ready
Framed by the state, Sacco & Vanzetti
Bebop or Rocksteady, Splinter your group
Leave lots of shops sweaty, stinking of zoot
...Bobby Charles De Menezes
No Smiley Culture, I snarled when I said it
Watch Prince Charles get beheaded, now start running cops
Ian Tomlinson's back, with Mark Duggan socks!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jenre]
I had a vision of more, I feel like living's a chore
I make beats, write bars, never written a score
All they give us is war
Stealing's only a sin if you're poor
The rich don't get pigs who wanna kick in their door
It's overcorrupt
They say the system doesn't work but you know that does
They get richer every day, we get totally fucked
That's design, that ain't broken or bust
Now they're hoping to crush
And take back what remains
Of hard-won and now forgotten gains
I see a lot has changed
It's not the same but we don't wanna return
Just rebuild stronger from lessons we've learned
Shit, I got to admit, I got a deep yearning
To see PCs and MPs burning
In the world that we make, there’ll be no work for a wage
A world that makes every dead cop turn in their grave
When a person becomes a policeman, he has sold his class interests, he has crossed a class line, he is in the paid employment of the ruling class, he is a part of the private army of the ruling class which exists for the sole purpose of defending private property and profits
[Verse 1: Jenre]
Every day man they're looking for a hoodie to pull
It must be that the fuckry were bullied in school
And as you live you get colder
So they put the police number next to the chip on their shoulder
No Scully or Mulder they're cold and they're corrupt
They hide behind their badge when they roll like little thugs
So it's bound to erupt
And when the pigs just flip
Then 999 turns 666
It reminds me of the world that we live in again
Police get holidays for killing innocent men
It's just age old power, blood, greed and lust
MP's they protect these thieving fucks
While they demonise "benefit cheats" and such
Preaching guff - like how the filth are gonna clean us up?
Acting mean and tough, it's so feeble
They even turned man's best friend on the people
[Hook: Bob Savage & Jenre]
ACAB
ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS
ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS
[Verse 2: Bob Savage]
...Yo, bored to a standstill
Wile E Coyote rap, ordering anvils
Your evidence mountin' is more of an anthill
I'll torture the kop like four-nil at Anfield
Leave police forces' corpses on landfills
French Revolutionaries, Storming La Bastille
Yo... it's unpleasantly surprising
The 21st Century peasantry uprising
Farm hands go in mad heavy
Nestor Makhno with plans ready
Framed by the state, Sacco & Vanzetti
Bebop or Rocksteady, Splinter your group
Leave lots of shops sweaty, stinking of zoot
...Bobby Charles De Menezes
No Smiley Culture, I snarled when I said it
Watch Prince Charles get beheaded, now start running cops
Ian Tomlinson's back, with Mark Duggan socks!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jenre]
I had a vision of more, I feel like living's a chore
I make beats, write bars, never written a score
All they give us is war
Stealing's only a sin if you're poor
The rich don't get pigs who wanna kick in their door
It's overcorrupt
They say the system doesn't work but you know that does
They get richer every day, we get totally fucked
That's design, that ain't broken or bust
Now they're hoping to crush
And take back what remains
Of hard-won and now forgotten gains
I see a lot has changed
It's not the same but we don't wanna return
Just rebuild stronger from lessons we've learned
Shit, I got to admit, I got a deep yearning
To see PCs and MPs burning
In the world that we make, there’ll be no work for a wage
A world that makes every dead cop turn in their grave